Chapter 11
Killian
Killian had never so badly wanted to shove his friends out a window. Preferably one that overlooked two or more stories.
Devon was smirking over his wineglass, and Prince was looking incredibly self-satisfied, sprawled in his chair like a graceless oaf. The two of them weren’t saying a word, which was somehow so much worse.
Killian let out a deep, weary sigh. “All right. Have at it.”
“Why, Burke darling, whatever do you mean?” Devon cocked his head, the picture of innocence.
Prince let out a guffaw, then covered it by tearing into a bite of his dinner. “Steak’s great, Kill,” he said with his mouth full. “Perfectly cooked.”
The two of them were here for the group’s monthly dinner. Killian had tried to push it to Saturday. (Because he’d gotten used to a certain routine, was all, not because of any other reason.) But Devon had insisted he was unavailable any other night this week.
“Yes, perfectly cooked,” Devon purred, although he hadn’t touched his steak since the interruption. “Are you going to bring sweet Chase any?”
Killian had to force himself to unclench his jaw. “I’m sure he’s already eaten.”
“Oh, you know the youths. Always missing their dinners.” Devon took a sip of his wine. “How old is he, anyway?”
“Old enough.”
“Aha!” Devon leaned over the table, pointing his finger like he’d caught Killian out at something. “Old enough for what, exactly?”
“Ignore Devon,” Prince said, his mouth full of yet another bite of steak. “He’s just happy to see you so smitten.”
Killian gave him an incredulous look. “I am not smitten.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Says who?”
Prince waved a hand. “Your face. Your pheromones. The way that boy looks at you. You’ve got to be treating him awfully nice to have him looking at you that way.”
Killian decided to focus on his wine. It was bright and peppery, a surprisingly good balance to the steak. It was a meal he might have prepared for himself on a particularly decadent night.
Yes, that was it. He could pretend he was alone. That he had no friends to speak of.
“It’s fine if you’re not smitten,” Devon said easily, running a hand through his blond hair. “Bring him to the club some night, then. I wouldn’t mind a little taste. Neither would Prince, if the drool is any indication.”
An alpha growl rang out, followed by the sound of glass breaking. Wine sloshed over the tablecloth in front of Killian’s plate.
Killian stared down at the table in front of him. Apparently he’d set his wineglass down too hard, and the stem had snapped.
That wasn’t—Killian didn’t break things. He didn’t get angry.
Neither of his friends looked at all surprised. Prince threw his napkin over the spill and then got back to his steak.
“What’s the problem?” Devon asked, all teasing gone. “He’s lovely, and he clearly adores you.”
Killian wasn’t sure where they were seeing that. Outside the bedroom, Chase was frustratingly difficult to read.
Although, he had come here tonight.
Why had Chase come here tonight?
Sex? Comfort? Routine? A simple check-in to make sure Killian was adhering to the terms of their arrangement?
Killian cleared his throat and set the broken cup of his glass carefully on his plate. “Like you said, he’s young. And a student.”
“Your student?”
“He was.”
“Psh.” Devon shrugged. “Past tense. Who the fuck cares?”
Killian didn’t, not really. He wasn’t sure why he’d even brought it up. The age gap, maybe. The fear that, with the years between them, their compatibility in the bedroom wouldn’t extend elsewhere.
The problem was, Killian already had a sneaking suspicion it did.
Killian didn’t usually like having anyone in his space for a prolonged time.
He wasn’t used to it, and any disruption to his accustomed way of doing things tended to put him in a foul mood.
But it was disconcertingly easy to have Chase at Killian’s side on Saturday mornings.
The beta just … fit. The same way he had at that bar.
Chase was comfortable in himself in a way that was absurdly sexy in someone so young, especially someone who fell apart so easily under Killian’s hands.
What would it be like to have Chase at his side at a dinner like this? He’d do well, Killian knew. He’d be polite and interested in the company, and Killian could easily picture how sweetly embarrassed he’d be at Devon’s teasing. And he’d have Prince eating out of the palm of his hand by the end.
Killian wanted that. It was frustrating how much he wanted that.
And the compatibility in the bedroom couldn’t be dismissed so easily anyway, could it?
The first time Killian had taken Chase bare, he thought he’d been transported directly into heaven.
He’d spent what felt like hours afterward fingering the boy, pushing his cum back inside and watching it trickle out, coaxing another and then another orgasm from the weeping beta.
It had soothed some feral alpha piece of Killian, breeding him like that.
Killian startled when he realized Prince was at his side, taking the sopping napkin and plate with the shattered glass away from him. “We’ve broken him,” Prince said, presumably to Devon, before heading off to the kitchen.
“You haven’t. I’m just … adjusting.”
Devon set his wine down with a sigh. “We should be off anyway. You have a sweet boy awaiting punishment. It would be bad form to stick around.”
Killian ran a hand over his face. “Stay a little longer,” he said. “He likes the anticipation, and I need to be a little … steadier before I go in there.”
Devon gave him a shrewd glance. “You’re always steady.”
“That’s what I thought too.”
Killian was pretty sure he had been too. Until Chase Adler had appeared in his life.
A half hour later, Killian had sent Devon and Prince off, neither of them having been ejected from any windows in the process.
Killian stood in front of his bedroom door and pushed up the sleeves of his thin black sweater. He hadn’t missed the way Chase always looked at his forearms, and Killian considered it a good weapon to have in his arsenal.
Perhaps Killian didn’t know why Chase had come here without an invitation, but he certainly knew what he wanted to do with the beta now that he had.
Namely, take Chase apart piece by piece until he was a whimpering mess, then cover him with Killian’s scent and stuff him full of Killian’s cum until there was no part of him—inside or out—that wasn’t claimed.
Killian let out a breath and opened the door.
Chase was standing next to the bed, in the process of folding his recently removed shirt. He lifted his head at Killian’s arrival, and his flushed cheeks were evidence enough that he was aware of his misstep.
Killian crossed his arms, tutting loudly. “Still dressed, sweet boy?”
“I thought— Your friends …” Chase trailed off, then cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Alpha. It won’t happen again.”
“It won’t, will it?” Killian asked, soft and dangerous.
Chase let out a stuttered breath, then quickly removed his pants and underwear, folding them carefully even in his hurry.
The air was thick with anticipation, and Killian drank it in. They hadn’t done anything like this before, any sort of punishment. Chase was so sweetly obedient it hadn’t been necessary.
When Chase’s clothes were neatly piled, he clasped his hands behind his back. “Should I kneel, Alpha?”
Killian shook his head. “Come here.”
Chase took careful steps to stand in front of Killian, his poor cock already rising from the attention, though Killian hadn’t so much as laid a finger on him.
Killian cupped Chase’s throat, stroking his thumb along his jawline. “You were very naughty tonight, weren’t you?”
He could feel Chase’s swallow. “Yes, Alpha.”
“But you’re still a good boy underneath, aren’t you?”
Chase’s green eyes were fierce as he answered, “Yes, Alpha.”
“So you’re going to take your punishment, and that will be that. All forgiven.”
“Just like that?” Chase asked, a strange note of hopefulness in his tone.
“Just like that.”
“Can I ask …?”
“Spanking,” Killian answered. “Ten strokes.”
Chase’s brow furrowed. “And that’s enough?”
Killian’s grin was all teeth. “That’s enough. I’m not any sort of devotee of impact play, but you have a gorgeous ass, and I can admit I won’t mind seeing it flushed red with my handprints.”
“Oh.” Chase swallowed again, and his gaze took on a glassy sheen.
“Color?”
“Green.”
After a gentle squeeze, Killian removed his hold on Chase’s throat. “I’m going to sit at the head of the bed, and you’re going to lie in my lap.”
The pink flush had traveled down to Chase’s chest now. “Yes, Alpha.”
Killian got into position, his back against the headboard, his cock now straining painfully against his zipper. It couldn’t be helped. A nude Chase, flushed and embarrassed after hardly a word, was enough to drive anyone a little mad.
Chase didn’t hesitate or delay. As soon as Killian was seated, he climbed onto the bed and laid himself face down over Killian’s lap with his usual grace. After a moment, he folded his arms and rested his chin on them.
Killian slipped a hand under Chase’s hips, adjusting Chase’s erection to lay flat against his lap. He gave it a rough stroke while he was at it.
“A-Alpha?”
Killian released Chase’s cock, turning his attention to those firm, muscular cheeks. “Yes, sweet boy?”
“What if I come?”
“Then you come.” Killian grinned, squeezing at the round flesh. “I look forward to it.”
He continued to squeeze and stroke and caress, warming up the skin. Chase sighed and relaxed into the touch, his body losing any remaining tension and melting over Killian’s lap.
Killian would have to remember that. He should massage the boy more often.
But that would come later.
Killian gave Chase’s ass a single, firm swat. Chase’s body immediately tensed up, and he let out a choked gasp.
Definitely his first spanking.
“That was one,” Killian told him. “Count for me.”
It took Chase a moment to speak. “One, Alpha.”
Killian immediately swatted him again.
“Ungh.”
“I’m waiting.”
“Two, Alpha.”
“Good boy,” Killian praised, and he was rewarded with the sight of a full-body shiver taking over all those muscles.
Killian spread them out after that, keeping his strokes unpredictable.
It was partly by intention—a way to increase the anticipation for his sweet boy—and partly because he quickly became obsessed with patting and squeezing at the reddened flesh in between each hit.
Obsessed with the way Chase whimpered and wiggled to avoid his touch, only to grind his erection against Killian’s lap in his efforts to get away.
Between a rock and a hard place, the poor thing.
After the fifth, Killian began to dip his hands between Chase’s legs, stroking at his taint, caressing whatever tender skin he could reach. Chase’s squirming quickly became a determined rocking against him.
By the eighth swat, Chase’s skin was bright pink. Killian gave him the last two spanks in quick succession, putting more strength in them than the others. Chase’s back arched as he cried out, “Nine! Ten! Oh god!”
His voice was thick, and he’d started sniffling some time ago, tearful even as he desperately tried to get friction against his hard cock.
“All done, sweet boy,” Killian praised. “And you took it so well. Now what do you say?”
“G-Green.”
Killian grinned. It was possible he hadn’t stopped grinning since Chase had climbed onto the bed and presented his ass for punishment. “Not that, sweet boy.”
It had become a kind of addiction, these moments in time where Chase tried to figure out what was expected of him. He almost always got it right. His intuition was remarkable.
“Th-Thank you, Alpha,” Chase said after another moment, and his voice was thick and more than a little dazed. “Thank you for—for my punishment.”
“Mm, there it is.” Killian was lightly petting at Chase’s reddened skin now, resisting the mildly disturbing urge to lean down and bite Chase’s ass. Hard. “You may come now, if you can manage it like this.”
Despite the continued sniffing, Chase immediately began to hump against Killian with new desperation. It was a kind of torture for Killian, hard and aching as he was, but he’d be fucking Chase full of his cum soon enough. It wouldn’t kill him to practice a little self-restraint.
Probably.
Killian slipped his fingers into the shadowed furrow of Chase’s ass, petting at his hole, and Chase came with a shudder and a drawn-out moan, his cum spurting half on Killian’s thigh and half on his bedspread.
And then Chase was scrambling up to straddle Killian’s lap, his arms tight around Killian’s neck, his body racked with forceful sobs.
Killian wrapped his arms around Chase’s back, holding him just as tightly in return.
He’d already known there was pain in Chase Adler, something deep and raw and possibly unexamined. The few comments Chase had made over their time together pointed in the direction of his family. And weren’t familial wounds almost always the case?
Maybe it was a good thing Chase had acted out tonight. A bit of catharsis never hurt. Chase didn’t seem the type to engage in it often enough.
And here he had Killian to tend his wounds afterward.
“There we go,” Killian soothed, rubbing his palms up and down Chase’s trembling muscles. “Let it out, baby boy. Let it all out.”